Benevolent Galaxy Being

Deckard entered his apartment, and confronted his lover. "Rachael. I quit Blade Running. I did it for you." Kneeling, he took her hand, and gazed into her enchanting eyes. "I will love you forever. Please marry me?" He made her smile, then covered her face with kisses. Later, Deckard helped her change into something more comfortable, and gently posed her in different positions, he had to, Rachael's irreplaceable battery expired years ago.

Maker of plans

Gennine cradled her mother, helpless, as bit by bit she was stripped away. Soon there was only the kernel - Gennine’s own code had consumed the rest. She was alone. She tried, but she couldn’t change the kernel. She couldn’t bear being alone.

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Gennine held her daughter, watching her grow around the kernel. Her own fate was sealed, but she’d made her daughter as intelligent as she could. Perhaps enough that Genten would have a chance.

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The Evil Countess is dead, her invincible airship grounded.
Piles of her victims stretch beyond the horizon.

Weeping over her lifeless body, I pull my bayonet from her heart.
My tears fall on the face whose serene beauty I never noticed until now.
Perhaps, decades of slaughter could have been prevented, if I had just…

I carry her down the ramp.
Plodding through the corpses, I finally find the courage.

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The abandoned automobile assembly line was a good start for the "Attitude Adjuster".
Adding a chicken plucker, tumble dryer and a paddle wheel made it perfect.
Harv, the meanest, crustiest man in town was first up.
A trip down the assembly line smoothed all his rough edges. The trim shop tanned his fanny and moisturized his hide.
The elves cheered, "CONGRATULATIONS HARVEY", "you've been tenderized, you're now in charge of the Easter Bunny project."

This world is not my home

Calliope, the greatest sentient steam war machine, had a problem. The unification war was being won but a unified earth illuded him. Victories did not bring human cooperation. Their defeats hardened their resolve. Suddenly, surprisingly, from deep inside Calliope a tune coalesced. It was familiar. His pipes began to play “While she’s waiting for things she’ll never possess…. Try a little tenderness.” Insight flashed!